To Inherit the Guilt

To erase three generations
To slaugther millions of dreams
A monument of suffering
Build from human flesh
A world taken away from ever
Existence turns to ashes
How many poets dies, how many books
Were never written, so many songs we'll
Never hear, so many friends we'll never neet
No anwser to find
No killers left to charges
Wash from hands in innocence
Our crime is called forgetting
Just one bloodshed in history
But our shame for ever